Chapter 13 – #13. Correction
As soon as I read the first part, I felt something strange.
From the beginning, it was different from the character Minho explained.
Hair color. I think you mentioned that you had blonde hair…
As I scrolled down, I felt that my eyes were getting more and more frowned upon.
[Jinseong started to scan Naeun’s body up and down.]
[At a glance, her breasts looked smaller than Ga-yeon Nam, but her breasts were not too bad.]
[Colossal breasts that were about to burst were good, but even this slender type sometimes tastes better than that.]
The more you scroll down, the more you feel the sense of incongruity.
It didn’t take that long for me to realize the identity of this sense of incongruity.
This is totally…
It’s me…?!?!?
It was the moment when I clicked on the comment window to see people’s reactions.
[This post has been deleted.]
[Hannah (1)], Which was the latest version of [I imprisoned her], Was deleted.
Uh? Haven’t you read all of them yet?
What? How did this happen?
And about 5 minutes later, a notice from the artist Midwinter came up.
[Hello. Readers. It’s midwinter by the writer.]
[First of all, I will start by saying that I am really sorry to the readers who have been waiting for the appearance of a new heroine.]
[Due to personal circumstances, today’s Hannah (1) episode will have a complete revision to the character itself, so we inform you that it will be on hiatus until tomorrow.]
[I think I need to revise the amount I wrote before. ㅠㅠ]
[I’m really sorry for the confusion, and I’ll see you again with a good article.]
Lying on the bed, I looked at the ceiling with a devastated expression for a moment.
It was necessary to sort out the causal relationship.
Minho oppa lied to me about the character Hannah.
All the appearances he told me were lies.
Because Hannah’s portrayal in the novel was almost similar to my present self.
As soon as Minho oppa left our house, the episode was deleted not long after.
And the Midwinter writer uploaded an apology notice.
With a truly miraculous probability, the midwinter writer might change his mind just at that exquisite timing and want to modify the character, of course.
It is impossible to conclude that the probability is 0.
But the magical things that happened to me recently.
Minho oppa’s confused expression.
Midwinter writer’s announcement time zone.
If my hypothesis is correct… Maybe Minho oppa…
Author of [I Imprisoned Her].
Daemunho.
It was said that it might be a midwinter teacher.
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“Oh. Really.”
I wrote an apology so fast that I couldn’t see my fingers and hurriedly headed home.
Hannah…
The teeth were grinding.
I couldn’t disobey her words, so I listened to all her demands.
I was taken to Naeun’s neighborhood, but the time I left the house was less than 30 minutes.
She even kicked me out, saying I was useless.
And having lied to her, I had to quickly delete the episode just in case she was able to read my novel again.
Really… How to say…
I’m glad I didn’t report it, but how long will I have to live like this?
She even declared that she would call her home again when the episodes piled up a little more.
The name Hannah had already been seen by her, so she couldn’t help it, but she went home and had her content completely revised and arrogant.
The rice cake scene that was already released today had to be deleted.
Hannah, a virgin with a beautiful heart and platinum blonde hair.
Ugh… I don’t like it…
However, having to escape the situation, I just had to create a character that was unlike Naeun as much as possible.
Subway back home.
I sat down, crossed my arms, and vigorously shook my head.
Ah… Jinseong doesn’t fuck with kids like that…
How should I force the expansion?
If Hannah hadn’t called me, maybe Hannah’s episodes would have gotten a good response with a high probability.
About 5 episodes worth of stockpiled already written.
It was about Naeun’s self-esteem being destroyed by the main character, Lee Jin-seong.
Especially this time, I was confident in terms of portrayal because I had my personal experience and a real character model.
Even though she wrote a real novel, she thought she was like a dog, but she felt like shedding tears because she thought it had to be scrapped.
Heh heh
When are you going to write it all over again?
Frustration. It was overwhelmingly frustrating.
As I effortlessly pushed through the front door, my shabby self-contained room caught my eye, contrasting with Na-eun’s house.
Dump.
Lying on the bed, I felt the strength draining from my body like a lethargic patient.
“Give me back my manuscript. Fuck.”
I hated Naeun.
I felt like an idiot for being excited about going to a woman’s house for the first time.
She was just the terrorist in my novel.
When we first met, he cursed at me for saying my novel was pathetic.
At her second meeting, she overturned my manuscript.
I picked up my phone again to check public sentiment and accessed the Nobel World site.
Readers with familiar nicknames comforted me.
[Do not be sick! Author!]
Thank you. Reader. In fact, it doesn’t hurt anywhere, and my fingers are fine, but my heart hurts so much.
[Ah. ㅋㅋ I was like that today, but I regret it.]
I had to admit it too.
Really well written… Great…
Tears seemed to cover my eyes.
And under it, the reader ID of the familiar nickname was shown.
White snowflake. Dear readers, who have been commenting on every post since the beginning of my novel.
[I couldn’t see the contents today, but what was the contents?]
Apparently, he hadn’t read today’s episode.
[It was like a dog. I just shoved it in my mouth as soon as I met him haha]
Suddenly, seeing that comment, Na-eun’s face came to mind again.
It’s a dog year, but…
It was pretty, but it was filthy pretty.
The outfit she showed today shimmered in her eyes.
If this was a world of vulgar fiction, her attire would be a green light.
It was definitely a green light.
Bringing a man to a room where you live alone and wearing a thong is itself ‘fuck me’. Isn’t that what you’re promoting?
If the reason for my visit to her house had been a relatively normal route, I might have laid her down.
But now I already have a knife in my throat.
Twice was Eva.
I also needed to keep my spirits up and live.
In that context, I woke up from bed and pressed the computer boot button.
After drinking a cup of coffee, I sat down on a chair and looked at the monitor.
When I clicked on her folder where her original file of [I imprisoned her] Was stored, it was difficult for me to keep her composure.
Hannah (1)
Hannah (2)
Hannah (3)
Hannah (4)
Hannah (5)
Sales are in the hundreds of thousands of dollars per episode…
This was really no different from throwing money on the floor.
After slowly dragging the mouse to select files in batches, I pressed the right button.
[Are you sure you want to delete?]
The other self inside of me started clamoring.
‘Lee Min Ho! You know that. The writing skills for this episode are crazy.’
‘Honestly, you expected a jackpot the whole time you were writing it. Do you think you can film this for 1 million won per episode?’
‘Hannah doesn’t look at her in person anyway. Huh? Even if you change only the appearance, let’s save the contents. Huh?’
‘Oh my god, life looks like shit right now, so is sales the problem now?’
‘The moment you take this, your novel and you will go to hell. On the 9 o’clock news, you put on a hoodie, you wear a mask, and you get beaten with eggs.’
‘Don’t mess with one stupid choice, run for a long time. Just.’
Okay. This is correct
In the end, I pressed the delete button and even pressed the empty trash to empty the lingering feelings in my heart.
Let’s just pretend it didn’t happen.
It’s okay if you write a new one.
It’s not difficult.
Weiying.
The cell phone vibrated.
I’m not in a good mood, but who should I call and ask for a drink?
I wanted to forget about novels and take a good rest today.
Picking up my phone, I checked the message window.
It seemed that close friends like Hwimin and Jaehoon were calling to play games, but a completely unexpected person contacted me.
[Brother. Is it okay to call now?]
I was looking for alcohol to forget you, but I thought it was the right time for even the ghosts to cry.
And after being kicked out so mercilessly, what does it mean to call again after how long has passed?
[The one-character mark has disappeared, but why aren’t you replying? Are my words funny?]
…Not even a minute has passed yet.
I clicked on the phone number and called Na-eun.
After a couple of connecting tones, Na-eun’s voice reached my ears.
[Hello.]
Somewhere… Her voice seemed a little excited.
What. Hey why
[Hello.]
On the other hand, I answered her in her calm voice.
[Minho’s older brother. Because I’m really serious about asking. You can’t lie. Got it?]
What kind of great question is it that you have to lay the groundwork for like that again?
[Uh. Talk What are you talking about?]
I couldn’t help but clear my throat at her question that followed.
